Surrender and you might just keep your worthless hide intact " Sondergang calls to the man.
Diplomacy
Drew again aims his little bow at the bandit and lets fly an arrow.
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Damage:
The bandit is injured by Drew's attack, but not nearly enough to give him pause in trying to escape. He turns, focusing entirely on getting away and managing to get some distance between you. He is heading off in the direction the footprints (and hoofprints) are moving in, but he isn't calling out for help or assistance...not yet, at least.
With a growl, Wildir hurls his spear after the fleeing bandit.
"Wrong answer" Sondergang mutters as he reloads and lets fly again.
"^%£"$"£" he curses as the shot again goes wide.
Yurli casts Magic Missile against the bandit!
Though damaged by the bolt of magical energy, the bandit isn't felled. He moves further away from the group, and you are all but certain he's going to get away...when he stops and turns. You all see a bowstring pulled taut as he lets fly an arrow at Trelck! He is clearly trying to take advantage of your seeming lack of ranged skill to get in a parting shot or two.
And the poor fool of a bandit has just enough time to realize he should've kept running before the arrow embeds itself in his gullet. He falls backward onto the ground, unconscious but wide-eyed as blood wells out from his throat.
Spearless, claws sprout from Wildir's fingers as he charges the distant bandit. He makes it about a third of the way there before the man falls from Trelck's shot.
Finishing his labored sprint, the wooly Northerner bends snuffling over the man and stabilizes him with a spell as he removes the arrow. He then stands and retrieves his spear.
Nodding to Trelck, he notes, "Should haf keep running. Maybe he tell us something about de fairies though."
With a low, pained groan, the bandit stirs. His eyes suddenly snap open as the memory of the encounter returns to him and he tries to sit up quickly. Such sudden motion obviously causes him great pain as he cradles his head in his hands, not even looking up to the rest of the you.
"Go on...'ave ya way with me, then. Do what ye want. I ain't tellin' you sods nothin'! Shoulda jus' let me die."
Wildir prods the reluctant bandit with his spear. "Dat can still be arranged. Vy you vant to die though? Ve kill de fey anyvay. You live, go to town und find a gud voman."
Sondergang channels healing energy through the party..
This also heals the bandit but hopefully that will help with the questioning.
Drew stays close to our bandit friend, attempting to act friendly to draw out some information.
Diplomacy:
Sense Motive:
The bandit still grumbles about not talking, but being healed by Sondergang seems to soften his otherwise coarse personality. "Well...thanks..I reckon. Never woulda got healed back at the lodge...not wit' Rhokar around..."
"Tis nothing lad.." the Dwarf replies.."Now who is this Rhokar...?"
Wildir steps back crossing his arms over the spear as he watches the conversation impassively.
The bandit looks at them, seeming to be torn between telling them more and an obvious fear of what will happen to him if he's found out as a squeal.
"Listen friend, we healed you even after you tried to kill us. Would your 'friends' have done as much? You are not going back to them, you know we are going to destroy them, so help us out, and we will go easy on you. Ok?'
He shudders at the mention of his companions. "'Ell no...no way Rhokar woulda, anyway. He'd have let me die...and then brung me back like 'e did them other people in the chickie's carriage...maybe even killed me hisself in the first place..."
Wildir scowls at the mention of the zombies in the carriage. "Ve found dose dead men in de carriage. Just point me to Rhokar, he von't be bringing anyone back. Vat is he? Some efil priest?"
"He's some kinda necromancer 'r somethin'...I seen him bring them carriage-folk back. Chills me to the bone...'e told us he'd kill us and do the same if we ever snitched."
"Necromancer is'e..Ah'll be 'aving words with him then. Short pithy words punctuated with blows of me 'ammer""
Wildir shakes his head with a grimace of disgust, "De dead should stay dead. Ve vill take care uf him. Vat about de fey? Vy are dey vorking vit dis necromancer?"
"Fey? Izzat what they are? I ain't never seen one before. I dunno how they's workin' together, but there's some weird thingy with bat-wings that breathes ice werkin' wif Rhokar....'e calls it Izoze."
Wildir scratches his matted beard. "Ice bat? Dat don't sound like a fey. You know anyting about dis cold vetter here?"
Drew is going to check the bodies of the other bandits while he lets the others talk.
"I dunno nuffin' about the weather...but I know it's real weird to have an ice-bat thing here. They come from further up north..I dunno, like Irrisen or the Mammoth Lord place or whatever." is the reply.
Drew, each of the bandits are wearing padded armor and and a buckler, carrying both a shortsword and a shortbow with 20 arrows each. They also both have a pouch that tinkles with the familiar sound of coin. Upon opening, you find a total of 16 gold and 10 silver between them.
Wildir raises a dubious shaggy eyebrow, "Irrisen? Den dose little ice bats travel a long vays. Vere is dis Rhokar? Ve go put an end to his trouble."
The bandit again looks nervous, but he also realizes he's already said too much to be able to get out of this thing. "Look...I'll tell ya, but ya gotta let me go after...I cain't go back to Rhokar. 'E would cut my throat soon as look at me if he knew I'd squealed on 'em. But he just...'e freaks me out. Only reason I ain't left yet is 'cause I thought he'd track me down 'n kill me. But if you go kill 'im...well..'e can't come after me."
Wildir shrugs, "Ve let you go and ve kill Rhokar. No vorries."
"Aye. Tha' wants t' get thy arse out off here..and like the others if I ever find you up to no good then thee and me 'ammer will be having a meeting of the minds..now git"
Without another word, the bandit scurries off in the direction you came from, first on all fours, then he breaks into a full run, or at least as full a run as he can manage in the snow.